Song, by the same

as a bird:
I flew
so high
I lost
the sky
I won
the prize.
Higher, blinder
above love
the winner
dark and galactic
affair.
The knife
darkest
broken
hit her
enters
oddly
again, a-
gain
interred
fulfill.
and as a god:
I know
the source
though hidden
dark
I put
my finger
there
this
the source's
source
even I
don't know
still I
know all:
she's floorless
beautiful
unfolded
yellow
hell waters
heaven
and men
reversing
seen
the invisible
pure
lust.